The Bare-bones year supply!
Yes, you’d survive–but you’d be so bored!
Yes, you’d survive–but you’d be so bored!
“When the seas of life are stormy, a wise mariner seeks a port of peace. The family, as we have traditionally known it, is such a refuge of safety. ‘The home is the basis of a righteous life and no other instrumentality can take its place or fulfil its essential functions.’ Actually, a home is much more than a house. A house is built of lumber, brick, and stone. A home is made of love, sacrifice, and respect. A house can be a home, and a home can be a heaven when it shelters a family. When true values and basic virtues undergird the families of society, hope will conquer despair, and faith will triumph over doubt.
“Such values, when learned and lived in our families, will be as welcome rain to parched soil. Love will be engendered; loyalty to one’s best self will be enhanced; and those virtues of character, integrity, and goodness will be fostered. The family must hold its preeminent place in our way of life because it’s the only possible base upon which a society of responsible human beings has ever found it practicable to build for the future and maintain the values they cherish in the present.”~Thomas S. Monson
Feeling particularly mushy today.
Not sure what it’s about entirely, but the fact that my dad passed away–one year ago- this month–may have something to do with it.
My father lived almost ten years after my mother died, and yet, when he left, it made her–my sweet mama–so much more…gone.
It felt like they both floated away on the same morning.
Oh, I know where they are, and I know they are safe and happy and together. And I know that we’ll all be with them again, someday.
That’s not it.
The thing is, I’m a tactile soul–I need to smush and grab and hold and pat and squeeze and nuzzle and pinch and lean on…and touch.
I’d like to touch my daddy’s whiskery face again…
…and hold my mama’s feathery-soft hands…one more time.
That is how things stay real to me.
This world–my world–is a funny, foreign place without Andrew Kirby in it.
It’s like, without his physical presence–his twinkly smile, his enormous hands, his healing, engulfing arms around me–a bright light dims.
But I realize now, that it’s the same light I used, to see my mother by, when she wasn’t here anymore.
I just wasn’t finished with them yet.
I miss them so much.
Makes the Millennium sound really good, right now–you know?
*****
“One Moment More”
Hold me
Even though I know you’re leaving
And show me
All the reasons you would stay
It’s just enough to feel your breath on mine
To warm my soul and ease my mind
You’ve got to hold me and show me now
Give me
Just one part of you to cling to
And keep me
Everywhere you are
It’s just enough to steal my heart and run
And fade out with the falling sun
Oh, please don’t go
Let me have you just one moment more
Oh, all I need
All I want is just one moment more
You’ve got to hold me and keep me
Tell me that someday you’ll be returning
And maybe
Maybe I’ll believe
It’s just enough to see a shooting star
To know you’re never really far
It’s just enough to see a shooting star
To know you’re never really gone
Oh, please don’t go
Let me have you just one moment more
Oh, all I need
All I want is just one moment more
Oh, please don’t go
Let me have you just one moment more
Oh, all I need
All I want is just one moment more
You’ve got to hold me and maybe I’ll believe
So hold me
Even though I know you’re leaving
A million years ago, when my kids were littler, I was the refund queen.
No, really–I was. It took a full sized file cabinet to store my UPCs.
Ask around, I’m not lying.
Ok, it was nuts…or I was nuts. Not sure which.
Anyway…way back then, Kelloggs Raisin Bran had a special offer. For every 3 UPCs you sent them, they would send you a package of “Astronaut Ice Cream.”
Sounded intriguing.
So we gathered our codes, mailed them in and happily earned 38 packages of the stuff. I know, overkill. But luckily–it was “magically delicious.”
To say that we became addicted to crunchy ice cream would be putting it lightly. Oh, how we savored that very last package because after all, when it’s gone…
…where can you shop for Astronaut food?
I don’t know how we managed, but somehow we lived without it for many years. In fact, we lost touch completely. Yes, it was a meager existence–I must say.
The years went sadly by and one day, while dinking around in Emergency Essentials I came across this:
It said, “Freeze Dried Neapolitan Ice Cream.” Could it be? Did I dare hope?
I dared, and JOY of JOYS– it turned out to be the exact same stuff that Neil Armstrong took to the moon! WAHOO!
The Andersons and space food—reunited at last!
Just the other day, we tried to share this fabbo treat with some friends and the reception was less than positive. In fact, they looked at us like we’d fed them dried squid.
In a word…it tanked.
So, maybe some people just can’t appreciate wildly exotic childhood luxuries.
It could be that Freeze Dried Ice Cream is a particularly acquired taste.
Or perhaps, not everyone is suited for space travel.
I vote the latter.